Chapter 362 The Art Of Grace Under Pressure

• Perfection has never been her; it has always been her designs. After all, who among us can claim to be flawless?
• Miranda's skin was as radiant as silk, her red lips curving into a sensual smile. “So, shall we proceed with the award ceremony now?”
• The host, still smiling, nodded. “Of course, Ms. Carter. But before we hand over the trophy, the judges and members of the press have some questions for you. You'll need to provide convincing answers, and if you succeed, the award will undoubtedly be yours.”